Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Under the Sheets, artist - Klaus.
Date of issue: 13.06.2010
Song language: English
Under the Sheets |
You left a blood stain on the floor |
You set your sights on him |
You left a hand print on the door |
Like all the boys before, |
Like all the boys before |
This is our luck baby, running out |
Our clothes were never off |
We still have our roads to run about |
To scale the map, scale the map, |
To get us back on track |
I’ve seen you in a fight you lost, |
I’ve seen you in a fight |
We’re under the sheets |
And you’re killing me |
In our house made of paper, |
Your words all over me |
We’re under the sheets |
And you’re killing me |
Like all the boys before, like all the boys, boys, boys, boys |
In here the world won’t bring us down |
Our plan is gold dust |
Out there a lonely girl could drown |
In here we’re frozen |
Where did the people go? |
My hands are empty |
You’re not the answer I should know |
Like all the boys before, like all the boys before |
We’re under the sheets |
And you’re killing me |
In our house made of paper, |
Your words all over me |
We’re under the sheets |
And you’re killing me |
We’re in a mess baby, |
We’re in a mess babe |
Your more is less babe |
(Oh, oh) |
We’re in a mess baby, |
We’re in a mess babe |
Your more is less babe |
(Oh, oh) |
We’re under the sheets |
And you’re killing me |
In our house made of paper, |
And your words all over me |
We’re under the sheets |
And you’re killing me |
(I've seen you in a fight you lost) |
Like all the boys before, |
Like all the boys before |
We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me, |
In our house made of paper, your words all over me, |
We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me, |
(I've seen you in a fight you lost) |
Like all the boys before, like all the boys before, |
We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me, |
In our house made of paper, your words all over me, |
We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me, |
(Oh you’re killin me, your killin me!) |
We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me, |
In our house made of paper, your words all over me, |
We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me. |
(Killing me, killing me, killing me.) |
Killing me, killing me, killing me. |